Submit To Silence

On the first day

The river ran red with blood,

On the second,

Black with ink,

On the third day

The birds stopped singing,

And on the fourth,

It rained.

 

We’ve got all the time

In the world,

And a prophesy hanging

Over our heads

To make us feel important.

But in the darkness

And solitude we find

We are stripped of our

Significance,

Skin and bone

Parading as wisdom.

 

So I’ll admit defeat

And

Like the birds

I’ll stop my song,

Submit to silence.

 

Watch the world go by.

 

 

Do you remember we

Liked to pretend

We were worldly?

With our painted lips

And curling accents.

In our enthusiasm we

Missed the truth

Where it lay amongst

Our other denied hysterias:

The world is more than

Girls dressed as women

Children playing

At being wise.

We watched the skyline

As it betrayed us

Coated us in darkness

(from which we could not hide)

And cried as it dawned

On us

 

Our comforts are built

On a web of lies and assumptions.

 

 

On the fifth day

The clouds closed ranks

And the heavens

Turned away.

On the sixth day

Only night remained.

 

 

By the seventh,

It was over.

Reviews

[EMP]

i really like the whole 'on the first day' theme to this poem. it works very well. your words areee just fabulous. 'we watched the skyline as it betrayed us, coated us in darkness from which we could not hide'.
i love this poem.

[Beatrice Mars]

... :'O That was so beautiful and tragic and lovely! I loved that first stanza! xxx